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Josh woke the next morning, expectantly awaiting Joan’s return. He prepped a pot of coffee, poured himself a cup, and wandered into his office area. Sipping from his mug, he once again admired Lee’s naked body, lying asleep atop the crumpled comforter. He wondered if Lee knew, or cared, that he had an unobstructed view of her bathroom and bedroom. It almost appeared as if she were performing, just for him! While Josh’s eyes lingered on Lee, his mind wandered back to Joan.

Joan had woken early with Henry, fed him breakfast and shooed him off to work. From that very moment, Joan had paced the entire house, recalling the events from the night before. Even though she had drunk a lot of alcohol, she was completely cognizant of all that took place. She walked in a daze as her mind replayed the events. The events were scrambled, some played in fast forward, while others played in slow motion. She couldn’t get a grasp on her surroundings as she drifted in and out of her dazed state. She was confused as her feelings assaulted her sensibility. She knew what she did was wrong! It was the first time she had ever cheated on her husband.

Joan had always played men along, enjoying the attention; however, she always curbed their advances when they were getting too close. That’s probably why so many considered her a bitch, she surmised. This time was different though! She had tried to play Josh, but he never took the bait she offered; he was actually quite indifferent to her. She recalled throwing herself at Josh and now paced in turmoil wondering what she had gotten herself into. She knew it was wrong, but she hadn’t been so excited since before she was married. The sex was intense also! The more she thought about it, the wetter she became between her legs. Her state of horniness increased with every passing minute as she continued pacing through the house. Joan fought her body’s urges with her sense of reasoning, reminding her that what she was doing was wrong, and that she should put an end to her activities.

Joan finally came to the realization that she had been pacing, worrying, and fighting with her emotions all morning long. It was almost noon, and she had wasted the entire day getting nothing done. Reason was now winning over her emotions as she grew more determined to stop wasting time over the matter. She had done it. It was wrong. But now she had to stop it and move on! Joan dressed herself in an extremely conservative outfit. Her navy blue slacks and white blouse, buttoned to the top, effectively presented the conservative appearance she desired. With her heart thumping in her throat, Joan marched determinedly across the street to Josh’s house. Hardly able to breathe, her heart beating rapidly, Joan pressed the doorbell, hearing the chimes sing her arrival.

Josh giggled, knowing who was at the door. He removed his shirt, his shoes, and his socks along the way to the door. He opened the door wearing only his old, faded, paint-spattered blue jeans. He smiled politely, ushering Joan in, and closed the door behind her.

Joan now stood with the door to her back and Josh towering in front of her. Once again she found herself cowering beneath his overpowering frame, succumbing to his mere presence. Despite his pleasant welcome, his warm smile, and his near nakedness, Joan found the resolve to announce her decision. Swallowing hard, she pushed her thumping heart into her stomach. Looking up into his eyes, she nervously spoke. “Josh! I’ve been thinking about last night …”

Before she had a chance to finish her sentence, Josh interrupted. “… Me too! I haven’t stopped thinking about it since.” He lied! He then placed his hands against the door on either side of Joan’s head, pinning her in place. He closed the gap as he leaned in close, his mouth mere inches from her right ear. “It was sooo hot,” his hot breath tickled the hairs on her ears and neck. He could see the color change in her skin just before he planted a suckling kiss just below her earlobe.

Once more, Joan was caught off balance. This is not what she had expected! Her body was melting as the heat rose in her neck. She could feel her face instantly flush with excitement as Josh’s kiss electrified her senses. She tried to say, “No,” as Josh moved his kiss to her earlobe, lightly flicking his tongue over the sensitive flesh. All she managed was an exhaled moan as her heart jumped back into her throat. Her hands reflexively rose to push Josh away; however, when they fell upon his chiseled chest, they caressed the defined muscles, his hardened nipples pressing into her palms. Joan inhaled deeply. The musky smell of Josh’s sweat clouded Joan’s senses as her own womanly scents became more apparent. Her resolve had diminished as she relinquished control of her body to its desires. She managed to gasp, “Oh my God,” as Josh’s hands quickly brushed across her tits, hardening her nipples immediately, before undoing the buttons to her blouse.

The next few minutes were a blur as Josh hurriedly undid each button on the blouse, tugging the tucked portion from beneath her slacks. His mouth was sealed upon hers as their tongues resumed the duel from the night before. By the time Joan realized what was happening, her blouse was open and her bra was pushed up around her neck. Her achingly taut nipples were being attended to by Josh’s calloused fingers. Joan had since moved her hands around Josh’s back, pulling him into her, wanting to feel his body pressed against hers once more.

Josh broke the frantic kiss to resume suckling on the nape of Joan’s neck. Slowly and steadily, Josh trailed his kisses down her neck till he was below the bunched up bra, moving between her heaving breasts. Joan’s hands lovingly grabbed hold of Josh’s head, locking her fingers behind his ears. It was unclear if Joan was guiding Josh’s head, or if Josh was moving of his own free will; but, she continued to hold on as his hot mouth clamped down over each pink nipple, sucking and nibbling until they turned blood red. Joan was freely offering her body for Josh to feast upon as her excitement grew to feverish heights.

Joan could feel her pussy filling with her juices in anticipation of what was hopefully to come. She worried slightly if she was laving a noticeable stain on her slacks as she felt the wetness absorbed into her cotton panties. Josh was nearly bent at a ninety degree angle as his head proceeded lower. His hands now supported his weight as they mauled her sensitive breasts, still pinning her against the door. Joan was moaning uncontrollably as Josh kissed her rapidly rising and falling belly, slowly zeroing in on her navel. Josh dropped to his knees, quickly moving his hands from her breasts to the clasp of her trousers. Within an instant, Josh had undone the clasp, lowered the zipper, and hooked his fingers under the waistband of both her trousers and her panties. As Joan drew in a sharp breath, Josh yanked downward, bunching her panties and slacks at her ankles. Helpless to resist, Joan watched through bleary eyes as Josh’s head moved farther south nearing the source of her wetness.

This was something entirely new to Joan. Through all of her dating and her marriage to Henry, no one had ever given oral pleasure to Joan! She found herself nervously awaiting the sensations, encouraging Josh with her hip thrusts and her moans. She felt as if she were going to jump out of her skin as Josh planted kisses in the valley between her swollen labia and her inner thighs. She tried desperately to wiggle free of her slacks, but her high-heeled shoes made it nearly impossible. She wanted desperately to open up to Josh, to present him with her entire being. She wanted him to feast upon her fruity flowering petals, but she was unable to open her legs. Joan cried out loudly when Josh’s heated lips pressed against her womanhood, closing her eyes as the sensation rocked her body. Joan then felt a wet, soft spear penetrate her labia and glide upwards along the length. She melted onto the tongue slipping through her, feeling it part and open her lips. She couldn’t believe the intense pleasure she was receiving as every swipe of his tongue drove deeper and opened her up more. Joan could feel her juices spilling out onto the lapping tongue. She was trembling with desire as she felt an orgasm building within her. Her legs were quaking and shaking every time Josh’s tongue swept through her wetness.

Josh then suckled on each blood engorged petal, encouraging more blood to the area as he lubricated it with his saliva. By the time he had laved both petals, Joan was dripping a mixed cocktail of his saliva and her juices. He then returned his attention to swabbing her slit. This time he swabbed all the way to the upper tip, flicking his tongue across the nubbin at the upper junction. Joan jerked violently when she was electrified by the flicking tongue across her clit. What seemed like a thousand volts, ripped through her body as the lightning flashed in her brain. He did it again and again, repeatedly causing her to buck uncontrollably. The bright white flashes blinded Joan as she whimpered and cried, begging for release. Her legs were trembling continuously as the tiny tremors rolled through her body building upon each other as she neared explosion. Josh then sucked the rubbery flesh from beneath its protective cover, lashing his tongue over the sensitive flesh as he did so. Joan bucked wildly as the explosions multiplied in intensity sending her crashing through a cataclysmic orgasm. She thrust her hips towards his face as his unrelenting attack continued, screaming, “aawww fffuuuuccckk!” Her whole body seemed to explode, her entire insides being expelled through her gushing pussy.

Joan was certain she’d black out if Josh didn’t stop. She was grateful that he let her recover, despite the wonderful feelings emanating from her honey dripping core. Joan was panting heavily, moaning through her ebbing orgasm, only faintly aware that Josh was once again standing in front of her. As he stood, he undid his jeans and easily stepped out of them. Standing naked in front of Joan, disheveled and delirious, Josh managed to step between Joan’s legs as he reached down to cup her ass. Still pinned against the door, Joan spread her knees, making room for Josh, her ankles still entwined in her slacks and panties. Joan could feel Josh’s hard pole pressing into her upper abdomen, his heart beating into her head. She could feel the tightening grip on her ass as she felt herself lifted from the floor.

She was hoisted off the floor till she was face to face with Josh, her feet dangling behind his knees, his cock shaft now whetted by her soaking slit. Joan reflexively raised her knees, locking them over Josh’s hips for better support. Her ankles were crossed behind his tight ass. Joan caught a brief glimpse of Josh’s face, shining with her fluids, before he clamped his mouth over hers once again. He thrust his pussy soaked tongue past her lips and into her tonsils. Joan became acutely aware of the sharp taste coating her palate, realizing that she was tasting her own pussy juices. She was somewhat repulsed by the idea, when the thought reached her brain. Josh, however, never stopped entwining his tongue around Joan’s, forcing her to not only taste, but to swallow her own fluids. Meanwhile, Josh was sawing his saber along the length of Joan’s slit as he slowly rocked up and down on his toes, pressing his rod deeper into the folds until it was rubbing against her clit. Josh knew he was hitting home when Joan’s kissing became more aggressive, now not caring that she was digesting her own secretions.

Josh hoisted Joan higher until his cock was positioned at her opening. Joan held her breath as he lowered her onto his skewer, preparing to be split in two by the massive member. Surprisingly for Joan the pain was not that intense as she allowed herself to fall upon the upright pole. Her well lubricated opening eased the process, yet the stretching and fullness sensations were unbearable. Joan exhaled as the fat head traveled through her chest and into her throat. After a minute and a half, Joan was totally impaled upon the prick, stretched deliriously wide. She grunted and gritted her teeth as she began bouncing up and down on the baseball bat. Joan humped in conjunction with Josh’s thrusts, driving his pole to its ultimate depth on every stroke. Josh hammered away, nailing Joan against the door as the two bodies held on to each other. The two continued fucking, furiously banging into the door with each thrust. Josh would go up on his toes as Joan slammed down, driving the wind from both. Joan was beside herself as the fireworks went off in her head, while Josh was nearing his ultimate explosion. Finally Josh felt the lava boil in his nuts and erupt through his cock into Joan, sending Joan into a screaming frenzy. The powerful jets of his seed shot upwards into Joan, as if they were going to come out her mouth. Again, the orgasm shot her into outer space where she floated for a seeming eternity before drifting back to earth.

Unable to support her body, Joan’s legs dropped off Josh’s waist as gravity pulled her to the floor. Josh had extricated his cock from the clenching confines before stepping away from the exasperated neighbor. Joan’s eyes were glassy and hazed as she excused herself to the powder room, to compose herself once again.

Sitting in the bathroom, Joan fought the mixed emotions, recalling the reason she had come over. There was no denying it now … she was hooked! She had reached a fork in the road of her life, and was decidedly heading on the road marked with danger. She didn’t know where the road would lead, but there was obviously no turning back!